Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Looking out of the window, he saw the crowds far in the distance like ants waiting for a strong foot to ground them down. ‘Minister the people await you,’ calls an anxious official who at least still had faith in the people. He believed until shot in the forgotten purges.
This dame was sitting on the grass cus of her being too poor to sit up. She was eating some slop rather than proper food, when this great big black spider sidled up and started laying it on her. She just gave him a look that made him looked stomped.
Labels: Fairytales that bite
As they lay living skeletons betrayed by humanity and the laws of God, they struggled to accept a fate of being a ledger entry: teeth, clothes, gold all serving the needs of a State that didn’t need them.
'Lovely words, darling but too wordy for a script. Think visuals, darling.
Standing in the corridor, she glared at the waiter,
.........‘Surly this is a mistake,’
.........‘No madam they are guests of the Count.’
.........From the cabin, the man wearing down-at-heel clothes and smoking a pipe called out, ‘you’ll alright love.’ His wife smiled at his manners as she sipped her beer.